Greetings, all, and welcome to my ninthFABULOUS FRIDAY FEATURE
This week, I'm doing something a bit different. I've done so many wonderful themed features lately, I decided I'd have a bit of a sit-down this week and reflect a bit. So this week, I am going to feature three pieces each by artists I've been obsessed with lately around the site. But there are a LOT of deviants, so bear with me! There are plenty of different styles and media, so there should be something here for everyone. Next week, expect some winter madness! If you've got someone you think should be featured in next Friday's Feature, send me a note with a link to their gallery and I'll take a peek I'd also love to hear about other features, particularly themed ones. I'll list those in the bottom section to help spread the word! The same goes for contests or news articles!
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Pay-It-Forward ProjectUpdate: Unfortunately, due to a number of factors, I will not be continuing this project. However, I strongly encourage you all to pay it forward yourselves!
Deviants so far who have received premium memberships as part of this project:
Thank you sososososo much to namenotrequired for helping me to promote this project!
Greetings! I am posting this to let you all know I have decided I want to try to pay the premium membership love forward, and so I am looking for donations to go toward buying premium memberships for other people You can find the donation box on my front page. PLEASE DONATE! I'll need lots of help - all contributions are appreciated, no matter how small
That's part one, here's part two:
I'm seeking nominations for extra-special deviants, especially those who are really involved in the community, who don't already have a premium membersh
Finally (and then I promise I'll actually get to the features ), I'd like to recommend some light music to accompany this week's feature. If I may suggest:
Take Us Back by Adela Daine
Chimbote by Natalie Royal
Varúð by Sigur Rós
Magpie to the Morning by Neko Case
And now, without any further ado: THE FEATURES!
is a really wonderful young photographer from Belgium who I have been watching for a while. Her pieces are a beautiful combination of directness and wimsy that soothes the soul.
is a Dutch artist I only discovered recently, but whose fun, colorful artwork and unique style caught my eye.
is probably one of my favorite artists of all time. Another Dutch artist, she's someone I've been following for a while, and is my usual go-to artist for new artwork for my apartment. She shares my love of old sagas, and her style captures them perfectly.
hardly needs an introduction. I feel a bit silly that I only discovered this AMAZING Polish artist recently (especially since I had fallen in love with one of her pieces ages ago and NOT LOOKED AT HER GALLERY MORE), but I'm addicted now! Her work is exquisite and earthy and fantastical, I love it.
is a Polish metalworker and a newcomer to dA. Her jewelery is delicate and bold at the same time. I look forward to many more gorgeous pieces from her.
is a talented Russian photographer (seriously, what is it with me and all these European artists? ) whose work always makes me feel breathless with frost - it's always cool and makes me want to put on a cozy sweater.
is quite an amazing French artist who uses a Mexican artistic method. Her stylized representations of nature are vibrant and gorgeous.
is quite the artist, and a new obsession of mine. His paintings are...breathtaking, and just the right amount of strange
makes such colorful, but also deeply symbolic creations, and I am astonished he has not gotten more attention.
is a poet I MUST include in any list of my favorite writers. This fellow-Carolinian is honestly one of my favorite poets ever. I do not know what else to say.
is a writer who deserves mention for her amazing writing as well as her dedication to the dA lit community. Her writing to me is like the earth itself, and it unfolds, and challenges me to be better.
cloudburstinggirl, go slowly in the yellow evening:
old man thunder's got a grumble on
downtown and the hot drops of rain
are ready falling with a whip-smack,
a whistle horn of storms singing low.
old man trouble's gonna blunder on
despite your twirling skirts; despite
your pretty hands the flowing spits
of wind will wander on, that steady
summer song will blurt a sharp note
and bring the showers down again.
but you, I hear you hear the growl
and match it, sing the crackle-hum
and dance the water down as well
as any purple sky, and maybe you
could catch it sleeping. get it loud
and stalk the streets, girl, shake it
out of hiding; let your totems drop
where the worry stops and gyrate,
spin, clap, slap your shins and sing
for sun to come and melt the haze.
ahead is unashamed; behind is just
an empty brolly tottering in the rain.
metamorphosisHe's caught the green bug
and the shape of him stumbles,
wound up and resounding like a spring;
a tumbling flower, or a man in heat deseated
who's caught the green bug like rain on the tongue.
Now he's coiled tit to thigh, skin twitching like a gadfly
and shaping a rare round amen to the sob of it,
the sheer glorious throb of it: the dirty thumb
pressing on the seeds in spring, the storms
and showers working hour to hour
at the nonsense of being
while down in the garden
his body becomes a boyish stamen
and aiming between the eyes of the sky
he splits himself, spitting aphids and sucking
at the ground, the euclidian sway of his petals
hounding for water, begging for sound: he settles
and stops in the earth, all naked and green.
He cannot tell the round arse of a tulip
from the sun. No, he cannot run,
and the mayflies are dying
one by one by one.
dear teen meDear Sarah,
Remember that time you tried to top yourself by hiding under the covers? That was hilarious. I remember you tugging at the edges of the blanket and praying, without a shred of scientific evidence, that the lack of oxygen would be enough to kill you. You sat under there for something like fifteen minutes before you gave up and went to make a sandwich. But while you were under there, choking a little on your pillow because you never washed your sheets, I remember you thought someone was watching. Someone who understood your suffering. Someone who understood you.
Kid, that was me. And I've got two words for you: man up. Life can get a whole lot harder than this. Before too much longer, it's going to. And by the time you get to my age, you're going to be glad.
Why were you
is a fairly recent dA friend of mine. This Canadian poet has plenty to offer to the lit community besides her weekly lit feature. Her style is gentle, but will break your heart.
stumbling across the grand canyon as we embracethis poem is a virus,
so be careful not to let it
like the soft fingertips
of a wide-eyed girl on
your lips, silent as if
to say, shhh, do you hear
this great thing between us,
this aching nothingness
in which my heart lingers
and oh, how it stutters.
us - us-us- he - and i. me and
him. we. us.
she is like a singer when
she laughs, speaks in recitatives
like she has an audience (you),
quivers in her bones
when you touch her.
(there is just this girl and
her hand on your face and her
wide, wide eyes and there's
nothing more you could ever
want, nothing at all)
ice her veins are
filled to the brim with ice water,
Ps. Sorry, m'dear, I know you don't think "we wrote a story" is very good, but I think it's lovely.
is SUCH a sweetheart, and her style shows it! Her poetry is whimsical and full of vibrant color.
regardless of where and which roads (write)i. so today we get together
as per your request
today you (at last) confess to me
i watch you narrate
the e.e. cummings you've
kept chained in your rhythm,
in your beats and paces and all other nooks
and hidden places
i've secretly always known existed
i want you to start writing today
ii. you tell me you believe
in your ability
to write the words i always knew you whispered;
steaming at the hearts of other girls
turning them to froth
while i watch my own heart
shrivel like dregs
in the same cup of cappuccino
i've always been drinking off drought
iii. i am screaming even in my softest tissues
blaming my body for my hearts' issues
admit to me
(your best blue jeans and bravery set forth)
read me unspoken
find it futile to resist (dear me)
by grace you do and you do
admit to me
my meth, my myth
how (i never have the courage to say)
i am your greatest muse
Caving Rib CageWe crossed at glacier paths on icicle footing;
in the hollow and darkness of a cavern where we found each other a second time, you spoke to me.
You told me tales of bereavement, and that the most morbid of all is not slow demise but rather,
it is being killed, just a little bit.
I never thought it a possible plausible thing-
to kill a man, just a little bit.
The calcium in my bones precipitate at the thought as you beckon me from my limestone shelter.
How does one kill another just a little bit?
Give me deionized water and make me a paste;
clean all my tarnishes,
for I am no good as silver if I remain
senescent and dull.
I knew my skepticism was obliterated the day you, with your bedrock stature,
through your stalactite eyes and your stalagmite smile,
killed me just that little bit.
To have the one you love most fool/leave/betray you and still remain so in love with them-
worse yet, seeing the pe
YellowBleakness strikes and my heart is too diseased
Yellow from lack of sun, I'm a sick leaf
I need my fancy to be tickled, teased
Bleakness strikes and my heart is too diseased
Why do you carry a face so displeased?
Give me a minute to deal with my grief
Bleakness strikes and my heart is too diseased
Yellow from lack of sun, I'm a sick leaf
has been a dA friend of mine for AGES. She's an Indian poet currently spending time in Shanghai, and her writing is MAGNIFICENT. It is at once something foreign and familiar, grounded and fantastical.
Me Men o' th' Land and SeaMe man o' th' land
is a fair and true lad,
but I love better me man o' the sea.
Me man o' th' land
has hair o' gauld like th' sun,
but me man o' th' sea loved me lang.
Me man o' th' land
has een o' bauld blue,
but me man o' th' sea has een o' bonnie, bonnie green.
But oh, but oh, me man o' th' land,
if yer heart brak', lit it nae be for me,
lit it nae be for th' weary wurld.
But oh, but oh, me man o' th' land,
I love ye sae, but I love me man o' th' sea mair,
for auld lang syne, I will min' ye,
me man o' th' land, but oh,
but oh, there my true love bides,
an' I love better me man o' th' sea.
Dae tell, my bairn, dae tell ye Father,
say I say, Farewell tae thee weel,
but I loved better me man o' the sea.
has such a gorgeous poetic style. It says things like something you're remembering after a long, long time.
naked kneesin high school,
you tore your acl playing
a sport you didn't care for,
and you hate that scar: pale
thick and protruding, saying,
"look here. ignore the golden
hair that collects at his thighs,
ignore the bruises from kneeling
on the floor. ignore his calves,
the sharp angle of them and look
at me. look at his knees, how
ugly they are. the thick skin
callused pale and littered with
you don't have to stand but
in lines you get uncomfortable
and you never wear shorts which
is okay. i don't wear them either
[for more irrational reasons] and
i think your legs are my favorite
part of you, contending with your
shoulders and chest and biceps,
with your eyes and cheeks and lips
and bones, blueish veins and feet,
your smile and copper eyelashes.
and you let me rub the softer skin
behind your bum knee, smiling
little funeralswere there any regrets,
i have folded them neatly
and packed them with my summer clothes:
tucked in the attic, sitting beside your books.
they are mothballs for my memories,
keeping alive long nights and thick mornings,
but would it be right to forget?
and would i be myself, to forget?
i have set them where they can't shake my fingers,
thin and seeking,
but they remind me history should not be repeated
and tongues are best kept still.
is another good friend of mine from the lit community. He's currently working on a graduate degree in the UK, and is therefore always looking for more helpful feedback on his pieces! His prose makes me think of Neil Gaiman, and his poetry...his poetry is a hazy London evening, like the kind T.S. Elliot loved.
The Unremarkable Confessions of a Drunken LoverGive me another -
one part Jack, six parts truth.
Make mine a double,
'cause I'm still standing.
I measure my day in moments of you.
Clutching talismans of unacknowledged import.
My skin nags its ache for you -
nothing quite so sordid, I promise -
just your hand in mine.
Your Self occupying that
so conspicuously empty space
next to mine.
Oh, it's such a cliche...
I cast us as Romantic period lovers
forbidden ever to touch -
Romeo and Romeo,
I'll use words to immortalise you-me-us
so Someday When
university students can pour over my lines
with apathetic glances
and giggle-whisper over hidden references
I never meant to put.
How many adjectives will it take to contain you
in rhyme and meter?
(My personal favourite.)
I'll pen epics in your honour.
Become that quintessential knight
questing for his lady's -
Will I ever win his han
i will not grant you pretty words
though they burn in my veins
and force me to breathe,
as if my fey-child scripture
ever could withstand you
and the scars you carved in my DNA.
they breed in my throat,
a transcendental code sacrosanct
as the prayers you whisper,
and the vows you took in obligation
only to hide your transgression
(twenty-six years, three months, twenty days)
and write in me the fear
of being erased.
so maybe you can't understand
how i made myself not hate you
when i thought you would die
just in case
i want to throw my fury
at your feeble body and
like zeus to your cronus
though i've always been cast
as hermes instead
for every second i've stared myself down
just to prove the balance of genetics
lies not in your favour
teaching myself to drive stick
so i could run farther
from who you wanted me to be
the six year old boy
with a near-perfect sketch
(but it wasn't
possesses the ability to be creepy, and heartbreaking, and wistful all at the same time.
Will-o'-the-wispShe wears a necklace made
ossified phalanges gripping
like a rasping phantom.
Her heart is hard
full of dust and debts
Her corset is laced
her ribs are being crushed
and internal pressures crawling
up her throat,
where the necklace chokes them all
They never found her
guillotined under train wheels when
over rails hidden from the pool
cast by the cast-iron lantern.
men said it was a tragedy.
he was pushed.
her by the arm, back to her porch swing
The hushed glow of distant
beckons; her petticoats rustle
as she rises
from the patio chair
her fingers along the windchimes
like strung femurs.
They saw the floating light
incline where he fell and one
made the same mistake twice, but
shone just so when he stumbled
righted himself and nearly waved
but the light was alr
Strawberries.Not strawberries. Definitely not strawberries.
He reads a lot and all the girls in his books have strawberry-scented hair and often strawberry-colored hair, but not this girl, the one in his arms. She has dark hair, black under insufficient lighting conditions, and it certainly does not smell of strawberries.
He hates strawberries anyway.
Absolute HorizonMolly Steinberg can bend light. I would know. I'm dating her.
I know what you're thinking. You think I'm calling her dense. Thick-headed. Stupid. She's not. Oh no, she is not.
She's smart; very smart, but in the worst way possible. She's pretty, athletic, popular, top of the line family, manipulative bitch extraordinaire. Molly Steinberg gets what she wants. And Molly Steinberg wants an A in science class.
It's easy to look at fools in love and think you'll never be like that. I know I thought that way once. But when the (ahem) perky cheerleader sidles up to you for a little help with Physics homework, well, you just don't say no. Not unless you're bent that way.
The redshifting of light probably should have clued me in that something was off a little bit here. But the gravitational time dilation was working in reverse an hour felt like minutes instead of vice versa. How am I supposed to run calculations with contradictory evidence like that?
Community News, Features, and Fun(ny) Things
It just dawned on me how many of these are associated with the lit community...I'll try to do better in future!
Vintage Christmas Short Story Contest Officially, this contest is now closed, but I've given the green light to a late entry or two. If you still want to enter and need another day or so to finish up, please let me know if you haven't already. For the rest of you, closed! Judging is already in progress, and I hope to announce the results on Christmas Eve.
Come on, people! The deadline is TOMORROW and I only have two entries. Let's get the rest in! Please be aware that if they're a bit past the deadline, it won't matter. Just get them done as soon as you can. We don't want this contest to be a flop, now do we?
Halloween is over, and for many of us, that can only mean one thing: time to get excited about Christmas! Let us begin with a few definitions from good old dictionary.com.
9. representing the high quality of a past time: vintage car
Holiday Card Project 2012
It's back! With the goal of bringing a little cheer to patients in the hospital during the holiday season, the deviantART Holiday Card Project connects deviants from around the world and applies their tremendous artistic abilities in designing and creating uplifting holiday cards.
In past years, the Project has received more than 5,000 cards sent in by more than 1,000 deviants from 50 different countries/political regions. Cards were then divvied up and distributed in-person by deviantART members to local Los Angeles, CA hospitals, with additional cards given to various hospitals in the U.S. and abroad for hospital staff members to hand out to patients.
The idea behind the Holiday Card Project is simple: do something nice for others. However, if you're looking for even more incentive, every deviant who submits a card will be given a free one-month Premium Membership to deviantA
Love dA Lit: Issue 104Welcome to the one-hundred fourth issue of Love dA Lit! Every Sunday this article will aim to promote volunteer opportunities, various resources, prompts, challenges, and workshops, as well as highlighting various contests, and spotlighting a specific group every week. This is by no means a complete list of all the literature going-ons, merely a tool to help you get involved and stay informed.
This weeks group spotlight is APictureToA1000Words!
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Fantastic Feature Tuesday #21This is a weekly feature of amazing literature that I come by during my
travels across deviantART. This is only a small sample of a vast amount
of wonderful pieces of literature written by absolutely fantastic
writers. Each deviation was carefully selected from a writer's gallery
based on structure, impact and word usage. I will never feature the
same person twice, so check out these wonderful writers now while you can!
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Love dA Lit: Issue 104
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About Love dA Lit
Love dA Lit aims to promote volunteer opportunities, various resources, prompts, challenges, and workshops, as well as highlighting various contests, and spotlighting a specific group every week. This is by no means a complete list of all the literature going-ons, merely a tool to help you get involved and stay informed.
Love dA Lit is published every Sunday, by IrrevocableFate via news article, and the Community portal will be updated in accompaniment with it!
The Reason I Do Art
"Are you a part of a #
Writers of the Revolution, November 24thFeatured WRITER
Featured by ozzla
flawedfairytale is one of those deviants that are a treat to find. She caught my attention like that single card that falls out of a deck when your mind wanders while shuffling. All my focused efforts, or "shuffling" so to say, before that point to find an intriguing writer to feature had been a dismal failure. I can easily say that I am thankful for that because sometimes the unexpected is just what you are looking for. And boy was I not disappointed! Her pieces below stand out the most to me because of the verve in her words, making it obvious the passion behind her efforts to communicate the abstract that so easily elude the bounds of language.
The fifth season
"tear open the seal, rip open her soul- where
pages are left imprinted, just unread. breathe, and unravel
lies: her beautiful beautiful f
Belated Saturday Morning Features - 3better late than never, eh?
this is a weekly feature in which i select ten phenomenal literature deviations that have recently caught my eye. if you have been featured, please this journal and read the other works. now, onto the main event—
"i was called to a bridge by a burning frost
fervent as it was obscene,
like a broadsword enthralled
in the chest of a working class Paul"
"smelling burning cane syrup
at rumdrunk full moon twilight"
"If you are even there
in the stretch of oceans, across icy miles
of bleak black. Do you exist? Are you there?
Green beacon means yes."
"that my mother left the hospital
with a cheque in hand to make up for
"the accident," of course."
"you write songs in the back of your mind
or something of that ilk
because triads well from the tips of your fingers
and i thought i was the dreamer—"
"Against the mindlessness
A Winter Only World Contest Winners!!!Welcome to the first ever PoeticalCondition Contest winners blog!!!
I hope you are excited. We sure are!
Prizes listed below.
Please allow a week or two for delivery of all prizes.
If you have not received something by then, please contact the person who is supposed to be giving it to you, or me (RiseandBe). NOT the group.
- Feature in the Group Journal
- Features in RiseandBe's, NotenSMSK's, prettyflour's and DearPoetry's personal Journals
- Llamas from AnotherPassenger, DearPoetry, NotenSMSK, Starija and RiseandBe
- 30 from NotenSMSK
- 200 from RiseandBe
- Submission placed in the groups "Featured" folder
- One critique each from NotenSMSK, shehrozeameen and prettyflour, on poems of your
100 Poem Project Update!
Current progress: 61/100
Also note that the terribly sweet SayaStarshine took a look at my list and decided she wanted to do it, too! She is using the same topics as me, and you can find the link to her stuff here.